A creative essay about performing a highschool musical

Click, click is the sound of high heels walking across a cold, hard floor, a stage to be particular. Aching feet are screaming at her, but she has to ignore the pain and concentrate. "Arms out, long and graceful steps, REMEMBER your lines," shrieks throughout her head. She is up on that stiff, black stage to entertain the audience and is determined to do so. Quietly waiting backstage for her cue, she hugs her fellow …

…the stage is pitch black. She definitely misses the action and the feeling of joy from being in the spotlight. "There is always next year," she reassures herself. Good times and memories can be hard to come by, but she will never forget this experience. The one good thing about the show being over is that she does not have to worry about those insufferable heels any longer. Well, at least not for another year.